#Brian Farmer

[crellanstein]

The Rat-Grinder Cleric is a new transfer student.

Brennan made a point of explaining that if a single member of an Aguefort adventuring party died then the rest of the parties grades become pass/fail for that year.

I’m thinking there’s a tragic reason behind why they started grinding in the Far Haven Woods.

If they lost a member in freshman year, a friend obviously, they’d all most likely be pretty traumatized and then all their classes would no longer matter and that probably freed up a lot of their time.

Down a party member, a cleric in particular, it would have been hard for them go out on adventures, maybe the school didn’t even let them.

That’d make sense with Kipperskittle Cloppersnake running on a platform about student equality / favoritism.

So maybe they didn’t have many options, and grinding exp in the woods seemed like the best choice until a new cleric came along in junior year and they decided they could do more now.

#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #dnd #emily axford #siobhan thompson #fantasy high #new helio cleric is probably the real bbeg and rat grinders are minions/puppets #found a group of suped up xp farmers and convinced them to do what they say #and has a grudge against Kristen for abandoning helio & 4 months of Night Yorb night #im betting they suck hard too #junior year #fantasy high junior year #kalina #cassandra #helio sucks #ally beardsley #lou wilson #zac oyama #brian murphy

[radroller]

Excalibur Special Edition (1988) “The Sword is Drawn”

Written by Chris Claremont, Illustrated by Alan Davis, Paul Neary, and Mark Farmer

#excalibur #kitty pryde #nightcrawler #rachel summers #meggan #captain britain #brian braddock #chris claremont #alan davis #paul neary #mark farmer

[itsabee]

Both Toby and Brian are the give aways for me. A lot of people tend to portray Brian as just stoic and emotionless, whenever they give him charisma and talk about his southernness I immediately know they’ve read your stuff 🧎‍♀️

Around the time we started SYG the like, southern bell cowboy Brian and Tim AU thing got popular too, so I think it’s much less of an indicator tbh. If I see people explicitly call Brian a psychopath I assume that’s because of our influence.

#I HATED the southern bell Brian and Tim thing #just because they’re southern doesn’t mean they’re farmers/cowboys. #asks #Brian is hard for me to tell.

[ishiitake]

He's all up in my mind

#sdv harvey #harvey stardew valley #stardew valley #my art #ishiart #I can't decide between the hot square glasses look and the cute round glasses look #hot Harvey is a menace and I love him but I am IN LOVE with cute Harvey yk? #I like him being a cute guy bc for me hot is hot is hot yk its fun #but cute guy doing hot things???????? UGH its my bread and butter my pb & j my honey nut cheerio #GOD cute guy doing hot things has a grip on me but being able to draw hot men is so fun #my face ref for him is dev patel I found out about him deadass yesterday & he moved me lol #I want a dev patel look mixed with a brian krause smile and seasoned with Chiwetel Ejiofor's fashion sense #this is the Harvey my farmer kisses every day im weeping #i'll do some nice clean art eventually

[omnivorouscinephilia]

Smoke Signals: The Birth of the Modern Native American Cinema

With Killers of the Flower Moon in theatres, now seems like an excellent time to revisit Smoke Signals, the first major studio film written and directed by a Native American. Check out the film and give this review a read!

While a lot of meaningful discourse has been opened by the release of Martin Scorsese’s recent movie Killers of the Flower Moon, one thing has become increasingly concerning about the film, i.e., it will soon become the most visible example of Native American representation in cinema. While the film is certainly sympathetic enough to the Osage characters that inhabit the World created by the…

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#Adam Beach #Brian Berdan #Brian Capener #Chris Eyre #Classic Releases #Drama #Evan Adams #Film Reviews #Gary Farmer #Killers of the Flower Moon #Martin Scorsese #Reservation Dogs #Sherman Alexie #Smoke Signals #Spike Lee #Wild Indian

[graphicpolicy]

Transformers One gets its first official trailer

Transformers One gets its first official trailer #TransformersOne #Transformers

Transformers One gets its first official trailer is the untold origin story of Optimus Prime and Megatron, better known as sworn enemies, but once were friends bonded like brothers who changed the fate of Cybertron forever. In the first-ever fully CG-animated Transformers movie, Transformers One gets its first official trailer features a star-studded voice cast, including Chris Hemsworth, Brian…

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#aaron dem #animation #b.j. farmer #brian tyree henry #chris hemsworth #don murphy #hasbro #jon hamm #josh cooley #keegan-michael key #laurence fishburne #lorenzo di bonaventura #michael bay #olivier dumont #scarlett johansson #steve buscemi #steven spielberg #tom desanto #transformers #transformers one #video #zev foreman #Youtube

[adoranoia]

“ mm..– ” brian absentmindedly hums to himself, seemingly deep in thought. in his arms is a bundle of freshly bloomed flowers, tulips, roses, poppies; all on their way to the general store. but, hey. a few going ‘missing’, that wouldn’t cost him much, would it? having made up his mind, he carefully plucks a smaller handful of flowers from the bunch and offers them, “ –here. ” he states, simply, “ they’re for you. ” 🌾

a beat, the faintest flicker of a smile, “ ‘cause i have extra. don’t make it weird... ”, he teases. 🌾

#* && IC #* && OPEN STARTER #* && SELF /// MIRROR ( BRIAN . ) #the local cryptid farmer rocks up 2 ur place of work to offer u pretty flowers #that he grew himself.......................... what do u do....................... asdfghjkl

[mariocki]

The Saint: The Desperate Diplomat (6.4, ITC, 1968)

"What happened to him?"

"Well, it's nothing to do with us, old boy. He was unconscious when we got here. He's lost a lot of blood. Got two bad wounds, making off with the money."

"He ought to have medical treatment."

"He'll come round. Then he'll tell us where the money is. After that, I don't much care if he lives or dies."

#the saint #the desperate diplomat #1968 #leslie charteris #terry nation #ray austin #roger moore #suzan farmer #robert hardy #ivor dean #john robinson #david cargill #kenneth gardnier #pamela conway #leslie crawford #terence plummer #maggie london #yutte stensgaard #charlotte selwyn #brian harrison #I'm still not sold on the new theme tune.. it has a vocal aspect that im not convinced really works. hum. this is a notable ep as it is i #think the first directing credit of Ray Austin; formerly a stuntman and fight arranger for hire‚ he'd been doing odd jobs on the series #almost back to the beginning‚ and had been allowed to do some 2nd unit directing on other ITC shows‚ but The Saint was kind of the companys #show horse at this point and to get a proper directing job on it was a clear vote of confidence. perhaps it's then unsurprising that the ep #is an action bonanza‚ full of intricately choreographed fight scenes and multiple speaking roles for stunt performers like Crawford and #Plummer (presumably Austin was doing a favour for old pals‚ knowing a speaking role got you a higher wage). Hardy is the villain of the #week and as always he's enormous fun as a public school type scoundrel ready to kill anyone to get his hands on a hefty cash prize #the plot concerns an African state's relief funds being stolen to prevent them falling into corrupt hands‚ a plot quite similar to one Man #in a Suitcase had played with‚ and more generally (newly independent African nations reckoning with corruption) a subject that seems to #have fascinated Terry Nation; multiple of his Saint episodes brush on the theme‚ some sensitively some.. less so. this is middle ground

[nofatclips]

The American Dream by Blu & Exile (featuring Miguel and The Last Artful, Dodgr) from the album Miles

#music #hip hop #blu & exile #blu and exile #the last artful dodgr #miguel #alana chenevert #miguel jontel pimentel #exile #aroyn davis #johnson barnes iii #farmer greif #alec manfredi #johnson barnes #kelly hibbert #brian cross #eddie sancho #blu (musician) #aleksander thomas manfredi

[heidismagblog]

#musician magazine #musician #music review #public enemy #brian eno #maire brennan #dread zeppelin #blue rodeo #rhythm syndicate #gavin friday #garth brooks #alison krauss & union station #tony bennett #mario pavone #andrew cyrille quintet #ivo perelman #roy nathanson #anthony coleman #cecil brooks III #john medeski #billy martin #chris wood #lee konitz #gil evans #joe lovano #robben ford #ron carter #art farmer #beastie boys #alberta hunter

[braineyboxd]

Classic Films on YouTube (Pt. 1)

Easy Living (1937) - Jean Arthur, Edward Arnold, Ray Milland, dir. Mitchell Leisen

Merrily We Live (1938) - Constance Bennett, Brian Aherne, dir. Norman Z. McLeod

Sun Valley Serenade (1941) - Sonja Henie, John Payne, Glenn Miller and his Orchestra, dir. H. Bruce Humberstone

The Farmer's Daughter (1947) - Loretta Young, Joseph Cotten, Ethel Barrymore, dir. H.C. Potter

For more classic films on YouTube, check out my list on Letterboxd.

#classic film #classic movies #old movies #old hollywood #classic hollywood #youtube #on youtube #classic films on youtube #easy living #merrily we live #sun valley serenade #the farmer's daughter #jean arthur #ray milland #constance bennett #brian aherne #sonja henie #john payne #loretta young #joseph cotten

[wilwheaton]

The grifters that make up the troll-industrial complex are not okay. "One can see the sheen of desperation in the world of self-identified conservatives who make a living by "triggering" the liberals. The usual dose of outrage bait isn't working as well any longer, so the right-wingers are escalating the provocations. Tucker Carlson, for example, gave a glow-up interview with manosphere "influencer" Andrew Tate, who is being held in Romania on charges of sex trafficking and rape. Daily Wire anti-trans provocateur Matt Walsh is selling plushies of himself clad only in a diaper, which he encourages people to give to children. Daily Wire founder Ben Shapiro, on the other hand, made a nearly hour-long video tantrum about "Barbie," complete with setting the dolls on fire. The clawing need to get attention from progressives seems to be driving these engagement farmers a little nuts, as they up the weird-and-evil ante, hoping to get those precious clicks and plays. [...] "The escalation of shock value tactics, on both the right and the pretending-not-to-be-right political classes, are likely rooted in the same cause: The slow motion collapse of Twitter, now rebranded "X," under the leadership of Tesla CEO Elon Musk. While these folks have various outlets, both in the media and social media, ultimately their business model of trolling depends heavily on Twitter. "Grifters need people to harass and a mainstream discourse to counter. As traffic takes a nosedive and Twitter becomes less a part of the conversation, it's going to be harder for these folks to make money," Melissa Ryan, a strategist who helps counter online disinformation, told Salon.

"They need us. We don't need them:" The fall of Twitter is making the trolls and grifters desperate

The clawing need to get attention from progressives seems to be driving these engagement farmers a little nuts, as they up the weird-and-evil ante, hoping to get those precious clicks and plays.

[...]

"What Musk has proven through his actions and his statements is that he's committed to serving the trolls and the fraudsters first and the ordinary good faith users second," explained Brian Hughes of American University, who is the co-founder of the Polarization and Extremism Research and Innovation Lab (PERIL). But, he noted, Musk is "blinded by his own ideology" and can't see how this is backfiring. "As normal people, for lack of a better term, continue to leave Twitter, that's actually going to cause probably a reduction in the use of the platform by these trolls and these fraudsters. They don't have their audience of targets that they need," he continued.

(bolding mine)

HAHAHAHAHAHA die mad about it, trolls. Full offense.

#fuck elon musk #delete twitter #fuck republicans #keep punching nazis #twitter is a nazi bar

[necroromantics]

🏛️ - THE CREEPYPANTHEON CAST

(Will be updated as more lore is revealed)

Toby | Human | 19yrs | INTRO

🍊 . The restless farmer boy who tends to get himself into trouble

Kate | Human | 20yrs | INTRO

🌾 . The skeptic farmer who tries to stick to herself and the ground she walks on

Sally | Human | 12yrs

🧸 - The stubborn, adventurous daughter of land-owners who Toby and Kate work for

Tim | Human | 30yrs

📜 - The former sophic (teacher) of mythology, literature, and hunter of things not quite human

Brian | Human | 29yrs

🏺 - The former gladiator who wishes for a life of theatre and works alongside Tim in his studies

Lulu | Human | 20yrs

???

Dina | Human | 15yrs

???

Liu | The God of Creation

Jeff | The God of War

Jane | The Goddess of Fertility

Clockwork | The Goddess of Time

Jack | The God of Death

Nina | The Goddess of Love

Ben | The God of Knowledge

Ann | The Witch

???

Lazari | ???

#tombtcp #creepypantheon #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta au #jeff the killer #ticci toby #kate the chaser #clockwork #creepypasta aus #sally williams

[thevirgincherry]

black water - one !

ft. og4!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. cop!leon, corruption, mentions of harassment/rape/drugs, body horror, raccoon city incident never happened but there r bioweapons, suicide ideation bc leon, character death, there’s smut in later chapters i promise, public sex, creampie, hate sex, slapping, choking, gore descriptions

note. hi trying something new! i know raccoon city is in the midwest somewhere but to be frank idgaf ab the usa and know nothing about any part of it so i decided that it’s a southern state in this fic bc i wanted to make reader have the cute accent bc she’s a farmer :3 only the first chapter so like um this is honestly just more of a test to see if anyone would like this erm smut comes soon prommy.. reader implied poc but like um :3 PLEASE GIMME FEEDBACK N IGNORE MISTAKES!!

summary. there is something in the water, you want it gone before it eats more than just your livelihood.

You know pigs, so you know men.

This one has blue eyes, it is the type of blue you’d dip your toes into, you let the waves lap at your calves until it drags you under. His gaze taps a gun to the back of your head and demands full attention.

He is subjecting you to himself, and you hate it.

The glint of his blue-gold badge is nebulous in the dark. “Officer Leon S. Kennedy.” He offers you a look at his ID card - has the sort of face that lets him get away with things. “Criminal Investigations Department.”

Beside him, a dog with intelligent eyes stands sentinel. Officer Kennedy drops the leash and the dog sits back on its haunches. “Now, what’s this about pigs?”

The RPD is one great big circle jerk. Brian Iron’s doctrine is an easy one to follow, and Leon is not opposed to easy. His innards spill into the middle of it all as the lump in his throat dislodges, adding to the slurry of toxic waste that coats their blackened underbelly.

There is a horrible liminal quality to the place, footfall echoes in halls lit by jaundiced bulbs. The scent of sex is a wisp of smoke in his nose as he passes the chief’s office.

Raccoon City is a backwater bog, and to match the inhabitants are insular primitive beings who cling to antiquated ways. To be stationed here by choice was a lapse in judgement - snark is the currency of social interaction.

Leon is often taken by women.

He met this one back in Brooklyn, where he and his family lived above a Deli, an older southern lady with a gap in her teeth. Had the pleasure of crossing her path—Something about her just stuck. Led him to believe that all women round these parts had big hearts and even bigger bosoms. A place to rest his head for the night, a neck to hide his face in, blonde curls just shy of silver to tickle his skin flower-pink.

She talked all like:

Well, ain’t you just the sweetest peach I’ve ever seen! Oh, I could just eat a feller like you up, get me full as a tick.

Whatever it was that she said and meant, he liked it. And so guided by the expertise of his dick, Leon landed himself here.

There are a handful of beautiful women that Leon has seen, met, fucked.

(He weeded out the ugly ones the moment he was given access to the file room.)

The thing is, small town beautiful is different to New York pretty.

He has an ex over in Manhattan who could turn the sidewalk into a catwalk. She had Leon, a man built like a god, fumbling like a teenage girl. The last girl he fucked here was homely - she had the hushed urgency of a military wife and her monotony was sobering.

One girl he dated on and off for a year or two. She worked at a car wash and she was needy. Real needy. She missed the taste of his dick so he provided her with the scent of pussy instead. Every weekend he’d drive over and watch her clean the sex from the backseat of his cruiser just because he could.

Things are slow in this marshy cesspit, a never-ending conveyer belt of nothing much. The wind carries the scent of magnolia blossoms and sewage. It gives Leon a lot of time to think of the filth that is his underfurnished life. He lowers his head to the desk, allowing himself to fall in and out of spasms of lucidity.

Leon has done bad things, but he doesn’t qualify as a bad guy. The badge and the blue forbids it. Take Redfield for example, that guy got deployed in Penamstan. Y’know what happened there? He shot a kid or two and now he can’t get it up. He’s not a bad guy, not at all, he’s got a photo of his smiling face plastered in the lobby.

He’s a hero.

The only problem folks have with him is that heroes have nice, hard cocks and they fuck for hours. No matter his sex drive atrophied by gore splattered on the barrel of his gun, or how the studded underside of his boot caused flesh to crumple like the newspaper with his name on it—It doesn’t matter. To be built like a brick shithouse and have something soft between your legs, well, that just ain’t right, is it?

Over in Penamstan, he would say, you introduce yourself over the sound of gunfire, shake hands as the earth is split in half, kill an orphan to bond.

A good man for sure. So good his little sister went ghost.

(Leon finds her postcards in the mailroom. For Redfield’s sake, he hides them in the bottom drawer of his desk alongside all sorts of ephemera. He’s acquired quite the stash.)

Valentine is alright. She’s quiet. The moral fibre has been plucked out of her with a pair of forceps, and now she doesn’t think much about where she points her gun. They often sit in shared silence, and sometimes it is like looking in a funhouse mirror that creates a shape far slinkier than his bulk.

Chambers is too nice. Vickers is fat. Burton is old. Frost is ugly. These are all irrefutable flaws, but none of them are bad, and none of it is intentional. Not bad by Leon’s standards at least.

(The entirety of the STARS unit would be better off if they stopped kissing Captain Wesker’s flat ass, but that is like asking for sympathy from the devil.)

Man, he has too much time on his hands.

“Kennedy, you busy?” Rita knocks on his desk. The fabric of her shirt creases inwards to grasp the dip of her waist as she places a hand on her hip. She’s poised, but something about her gait is wobbly.

“Mighty busy.” He nods.

What they have is not history, but something much smaller. It is a word blotted out on a torn page from a burnt book, it is ground into powder by mortar and pestle.

It is Leon’s hand in her back pocket when nobody’s around.

“I’m sure.” She straightens her spine, eyes heavy with the weight of her lashes. “Up in Black Water, something about a dead pig.”

“They have gators,” Leon points out. He may be bored to the point of suicide, but he is not in the mood to wrangle any gators.

“I know,” she says, lifting her eyes from the ground to meet his sidelong gaze, “go check it out, she sounded real spooked, take a dog if you have to.”

She, huh.

Wonder what she looks like. He hopes she has big tits. He hopes she isn’t a cousin-fucking, peat-smelling hick.

Black Water has a lot of those.

“Took ya long enough.” Your voice skims the air like a bullet, it strikes Leon in the chest.

You are she. And you, well—You’re both the needle and the spoon.

Doused in the lantern glow, the egg-whites of your eyes are streaked by small, bloody streams, your mac is zipped up to the chin, and your rainboots are the same colour of boxed rubber duckies.

You’re no sole-crushed peach, making the ground its canvas in a pitiful splatter, you’re a tart cherry that he would like to pick, melt into a glaze and store in a jar.

“Oh, we’re mighty busy.” Leon wipes Rita’s wet from his fingers on the front of his tailored pants, it’s gotten sticky like pomade. He thinks of her tailbone digging into the flesh of his stomach as he sits her on his lap.

“I bet.” You raise your brows. “How many lines did’ja do?”

Leon leans forward to watch your face with unblinking eyes. “Don’t say that too loud, Wesker’s gonna get worried, y’know, start digging through his stash.”

“Hah.” Your laugh is hidden into the collar of your mac. “He seems like the type.”

“You met him before?” An unpleasant squelch is heard when he steps where you do, it seems deliberate for a moment, that you’re avoiding a well-trodden path to give him a hard time. He stumbles forward in the dark—His shoes are fucked, and these socks deserve a funeral service.

“Think we all have.” Your body is lost in the shapelessness of your attire, clothes draped over your frame like you are more hanger than human. Effortless femininity lost to androgyny. “You’re not from these parts.”

“You don’t look like you’re from these parts, pumpkin pie,” he mocks your twang and is met with a tut.

You stop and Leon bumps into you with a grunt.

He shines his torch at the ground and isn’t quite sure of what he’s looking at. “That’s a pig alright.”

#leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy angst #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy angst #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

[simurghed]

undersiders + boba orders

taylor: black tea w milk foam .. lisa might think at first that she’s sticking to her more plain rigid tastes bc she’s staying inside her box & try to get her to order something more fun or coax her into taking a sip of hers but she realises p quickly that this is just what taylor likes .. she sips blissfully

brian: classic thai milk tea w pearls .. secretly he enjoys the pearls but he tries to act kind of disdainful abt it bc aisha is always nagging him to buy her boba & he cannot succumb .. so he only orders whenever the rest r ordering .. he sips w the finicky coyness of an orphaned lamb being fed hay out of a farmer’s palm

lisa: iced wintermelon latte w standard sweetness + extra ice .. possibly a jasmine milk tea w pearls

rachel: doesn’t like the pearls bc they r too chewy but she will eat them still if they r in her drink .. might just get some kind of iced tea

aisha: taro milk tea w extra sweetness + extra ice .. as stated above she likes to obnoxiously nag brian to get her boba & he’s always like 😐 but one time when he is coming back from a shift he sees a boba place & comes home w her exact order & she is so extremely startled bc she knows he’s thinking of her but doesn’t know he’s thinking of her in a way that takes her into account as a whole real person w her own likes & dislikes & interiority rather than as an amorphous figure of a sister that he has conscripted himself into eternally protecting .. she never forgets it but never brings it up again

alec: idk abt flavour but i do think he might like milk foam .. possibly jasmine ?

#as always lakesbian is free to correct me on alecs #undersiders

[anotherkindofmindpod]

OMG! Paul is such a fascinating conundrum.

Mr PR Guy with foot in mouth disease. A cheapskate who funds the McCartney Pension in Liverpool, Mr Nice Guy with a cutting tongue. Competitive and ambitious, farmer and family man, funny, nasty, honest, liar, revisionist, very intelligent, fantastic memory when he wants to, control-freak, dead, alive, temperamental, difficult, helpful, manipulative, loyal, attention seeker, shy, loves making an audience happy, likes people to like him, but can't give a shit to be nice to reporters when he is not doing PR work, the Beatle-est Beatle with one foot outside the Beatles. The Beatle who was the only Beatle who wanted to keep going on, but wrote "The End". Happy to be a follower as long as you are doing what he wants to do!

Biographers hate him, and love to write about him, imagine how boring a book on the Beatles would be without Paul being a "spanner in the works" to liven things up. John, George, Ringo, Brian and George Martin all loved him, and his family is very protective of him

Say what you will about him, and people do ;)

He is not boring and can never be ignored